Full Body Examination

Peter Rabbit · Feb 24, 2023

nikkel said: ↑

IMO pure unadulterated BULL SHIT . I can just picture you with an erection dreaming up fantasy after fantasy ..Give me a break !! Well you asked for opinions !
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Sure! It is fiction and fantasy after the lead up.

“Oh god. My cheeks flushed. I could see it laid bare. I was filling my cage, and looking soft but thick. I almost lifted a hand to cover myself but I suppressed my instincts. I should have said something. I think I might have just squeaked. It was hanging down and to the left towards her.

That’s where reality veered into fantasy. I was surprised. I held my hand up politely and said “please”. They both did see it. He raised it back after a few seconds, I think.

In subsequent years I’ve not gone caged, but he’s shielded me from the assistant’s view. Except last year… she looked on from the side. I haven’t been bold enough to be examined while caged again.

nikkel · Mar 6, 2024

I didnt even read it , too long for my attention span.. BTW check my photo gallery if you think I may be BS, the photos are of me.

Peter Rabbit said: ↑

I was working up to finish my third week of continual 24/7 chastity when a long held dermatologist exam was coming up. I didn’t want to use the emergency key. My wife was away, and it would be the first time I could reach four weeks locked without a moment’s removal. Besides, the other key was in a access-logged safe. My chastity pride convinced me to brave the appointment locked.

In the examination room, the assistant came in and introduced herself. My eyes widened as I got to take her in. She was very tall and slender. I sat beneath her. Her dark hair fell about her face as she leaned over to talk to me. Her skin was flawless. I stared directly into her eyes, as I wanted to be respectful. She was talking in confident, authoritative tones. Her eyes were light blue. I had fallen into a slack jawed stupor in my adolescence over an older woman just like her. I was stunned.

She spoke. I listened. She was going to mark down everything the doctor found while he did the inspection. She was very pleasant and supportive, and let me ask questions. She was immediately knowledgable. She smiled and I found myself flushed with attraction.

She said to get undressed, everything comes off - a look of shock crossed my face, as that wasn’t what I remembered from last year’s exam - except your underwear.

I breathed again. I was worried for a moment.

She offered a gown, but I declined, as they make me feel more naked. I was purposely wearing loose-fitting black underwear so I wouldn’t show. My Glans Armor allows me to hang more naturally clinging just to my shaft, held on by my piercing than my ball trap cage does.

So I sat there... and waited. I stared at my crotch in the exam room light. I moved the fabric and confirmed that no one could see any strange shapes. I was comfortable but bored. She came back in after I stopped adjusting and staring at my crotch, thank goodness, and apologized for the wait.

The doctor came in just moments later. She followed him in, and sat in front of me, at the end of the bench with a laptop to take notes.

I was directed to sit and turn and stand in various positions. The dermatologist kept rattling off comments as she silently took down all the details.

I felt a bit nervous as I didn’t know how I presented after all this motion. Last time I stood the whole time in my underwear, which gave me confidence I didn’t need to be unlocked.

Then he asked me to lay down.

Laying down I couldn’t see how I looked. My crotch was facing towards her, the tall dark and handsome woman with that smile. I didn’t know which way I hung anymore. I think it was towards her with the bars of the cage poking down. I was biting my lip in worry.

Did the steel shine through from that angle? Or did she just see a weird lumpy penis, thinking I’m wearing body jewelry? My thoughts raced, rising and falling in concern as examined the moles on my stomach and the patch on my knee.

Then, suddenly, he picked up the waistband and exposed my caged cock for the room to see.

I glanced down in shock. I could see the shine of the stainless steel in the bright light.

Oh god. My cheeks flushed. I could see it laid bare. I was filling my cage, and looking soft but thick. I almost lifted a hand to cover myself but I suppressed my instincts. I should have said something. I think I might have just squeaked. It was hanging down and to the left towards her.

His voice didn’t change as he rattled off details for her to record. This wasn’t a brief flash. The brighter pink tip around my urethra caught his eye. He moved to take a closer look. I stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t really see her face anyway. If I looked down again I’d just see my exposed caged cock.

He commented on my skin tone. She wrote it all down. I could hear her typing. He never touched my cock, and so had to swing around to see better. He shined that light on my steel encased flesh. I felt a moment’s relief as I think he blocked her view. I thought he would stay there, perhaps for my privacy, but he moved again to see the healing raw spot on the side of my shaft.

He asked me a question as the cool room air swirled around my very exposed caged cock. I still couldn’t see her face. She didn’t speak. I didn’t know if she was smiling again, looking at me or straight at her screen. My cheeks felt hot. My heart was pounding.

He had asked about the tip of my penis. Did he have to ask a second time?

“No, it’s always looked like that.”

I don’t know how long it took my brain to stop spinning and give him that answer.

I tried to calm down. The tall lovely dark haired woman was silent except for her graceful fingers typing up all these details as the doctor spoke.

“It looks like you recently healed an abrasion on the right side your penis.” he said. She typed.

Yes. I had overdone things and didn’t want to touch below the waist at all.

“It was from a bristle brush for back scrubbing. I scrubbed too hard.”

“You should use a washcloth with gentle soap instead, if you’re not going to use your hands.”

I had no idea how long I would be examined. He let me hang there. The air felt cool. Did my tip feel cool from precum? Was I leaking? Could she see?

He had not mentioned my cage. Maybe she wasn’t writing that down in my records.

“Well your skin looks healthy...”

I thought it would end any time soon.

“You are keeping yourself clean...”

Oh god.

“under your stainless steel...”

What was she typing?

“This looks medical grade. Is this 316?”

I nodded. Then said yes.

“How long do you wear this?”

“It was daily. Now I wear it for weeks.”

“Can you take it off?”

(Fuck) “Not now. Not without the... key”

“You don’t have it, then”

“No... my wife keeps it”.

(Why did I say keep?)

“How long have you been pierced?”

Over 5 years I explained. He inspected the health of the skin between my PA and pee hole that prevents my cage from being removed.

He dictated to her about no sign of skin thinning around the meatus.

He finally finished the inspection of my caged genitals and the waistband against my skin felt comforting.

“Well keep your skin clean and healthy. No more scrub brushes. Your skin isn’t thinning in front of your piercing. I recommend almond oil to heal that abrasion.”

I thanked him.

“I am recommending a urologist for you to see to ensure your pink spot at the tip is fine.”

Uh. Ok.

“I send a lot of men to her.”

Her?

“Is that ok?”

I nodded. Yes.

“She’s very good. She works with many of my male patients....”

Ok. He mentioned details of my penis, including that I was pierced and implicitly I have plenty of skin to carry the weight of my cage. But no mention of the chastity device. It could be discussed as body jewelry in my medical record.

“... especially ones who wear devices Iong-term. I don’t have any concern about you wearing this...” his pitch rose to a question mark.

Silence hung there. I finally turned my head to look the dark-haired fair-faced young woman right in the eye. She was already looking at me with a calm face. She knows. She was waiting out my silence. Perhaps challenging me.

I said it. I finished his sentence.

“...chastity”.

I was defeated. She typed as he opened up in a long summary. I guess I just consented. (Why make me say it?)

“You can wear this chastity indefinitely. I have no concerns over your skin health. Just clean using soap - and a washcloth, not a brush, instead of your bare hands - and then dry thoroughly. Remember almond oil to prevent chafing. If that doesn’t clear up in a week or so, come back for a follow up.”

“My assistant will also give you contact info for the urologist.”

He turned to her and explained

“She needs to check the pink circle around his urethra, as you noted, and the health of his piercing... send her your complete notes in advance.”

(There’ll be no hiding chastity from this female urologist then.)

“Write him up instructions for skin care, and for the checkout desk to schedule next year’s full body examination.”

He finally addressed me again. I stood up to shake his hand, my bare feet on the floor, feeling naked in my underwear. He pulled his hand away and rested it on the doorknob, opening it.

“I was able to see everything I needed today. So don’t worry about it...”

“...you can stay in your cage.”

I exhaled. The lovely young woman got up to follow him out, tucking the laptop under her arm, pressing squarely against her round breast. She caught my wandering eye, and suddenly turned to face me before leaving.

“...until next year....” she added.

Was she specifically adding to the doctor’s formal assessment about long term wear?

She wafted out with another gracious but wry smile. She was calm and knowing. She waved a graceful hand as she shut the door to give me privacy to dress.

To be continued...

(A work of semi-autobiographical fiction)
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